Lion Head Mesa leg so hot u fry an egg

on the occasions his wanderings took him away from his father, peregrine never worried overly much. by now, they'd established with one another that a brief absence here and there was nothing to be alarmed about. peregrine would return.

all he wanted was to meet someone. anyone. by himself, on his own terms. seeing phox's connections with other wolves had stirred something in him, a restless and bitter longing for that same connection. peregrine was nearing a year old. it was time to try to make some friends, if he could figure it out. it wasn't like vesper or prevost were coming back.

the redhawk paced at the border of the pack he'd found. this wasn't how he'd pictured this going. he'd wanted to be confident, sure of why he was here and what he was going to say. but now that he'd arrived, he just felt anxious.

can @Crowfeather come out to play? all welcome regardless!